Klosterman is actually an intriguing writer, but his book of short stories left me unfulfilled. They’re written almost like Twilight Zone vignettes, but the endings never complete the stories. They have no revelations, no twists, no poignancy, nothing.

Maybe the journeys are more important than the destinations, but the stories are written like a long road-trip through the Texas panhandle — I want to get to the end, but the end just stops in the middle of the road.